Cheerleader on Gromet's Plaza Archive

Losing the Super Bowl 2019

Tue, 19 Mar 2019 00:00:00 +0000

There is a surprise winner to a bet on Super Bowl LII.

This is a VERY mild story about two women who work as section heads in the same office and attend a Super Bowl weekend business retreat together.

I had a totally different story outlined and ready for this year’s Super Bowl, but the game ended up being a very low scoring, almost boring game. My story idea wasn’t going to work, but I was intent on keeping with a Losing story every other year, so I started over and made the game itself a rather minor part of the story. Actually, that is almost the way it has become for the game. The hoopla and commercials and everything else surrounding the game has become larger than the game itself.

The Head Cheerleader

Thu, 02 Oct 2014 00:00:00 +0000

Panic was starting to set in. I could see that the night sky was becoming lighter. Dawn was near. I should have been able to release myself by now. Did I miscalculate how long it would take the ice to melt? Did it get stuck?

All I knew at this point was that I was dressed like a cheerleader and bound to the field goal post of the practice field for my college’s football program. The same practice field that would be used by dozens of football players in about an hour or so.

Goth Chick Appreciation Day

Thu, 21 Aug 2014 00:00:00 +0000

Goth Chick Appreciation Day, (Or how I met my girlfriend)

Haley & Lola’s Story

Haley:

I had always been popular. My entire life, in fact. I came from a fairly uninteresting little city in Washington. My family wasn’t rich, but we weren’t poor. I was always very athletic, and loved to run, jump, climb and do anything else that involved physical activity.

I became a cheerleader in the 6th grade, and immediately knew I found my calling. I loved the routines, the flipping, the pyramids, all of it. I made many friends, and I was happy.

Anne was a Doll

Sat, 12 Jul 2008 00:00:00 +0000

Anne was a doll. And, not to say, just a great person and all around good girl. Anne was quite literally a doll. She didn’t think she had always been a doll, but then again Anne didn’t do much thinking these days, being a doll and all. But when she did, she was pretty sure she used to be a girl. She didn’t remember much about being a girl, just a little bit about the last day she had been one, because she was quite happy being a doll

Losing The Super Bowl 2015

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = A young woman learns not to bet on the Super Bowl.

Be careful what you bet on the Super Bowl, especially if you are a couple of drinks past your limit.

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Preppie Dolls 1: Lizzie

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Preppie Dolls)

CONTENTS WARNING NC Rubberization/Encasement (forced permanent rubber coating, including eyes and throat.); Adolescent on adolescent intercourse; Shemale on female intercourse; Body Control; NC intercourse; Humiliation; Breast enlargement & mild body alteration; Rubber doll transformation; Mind suppression; Mind manipulation; Mental reconditioning; Orgasm Denial; Enslavement. Forced Feminization (girlification of tom-boy). Foot Fetish.

Part 1: Lizzie

Phoebe sat in the corner of the class, staring and starry eyed at the girl she had quietly crushed on for the last few months. Although Phoebe had befriended several of Liz’s friends since transferring to her school, the two girls had little in common. Phoebe was quite feminine, and rather proud of it. She was known for her fluffy slippers, fuzzy socks, silky hair, and pretty outfits. She may have dressed a little dark, preferring blacks and purples, nevertheless she was always quite notably female, at least now.

Preppie Dolls 2: Snugbunny

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Preppie Dolls 1: Lizzie)

Part 2: Snugbunny

Phoebe rolled about in bed with a soft giggle and a gentle moan as she stirred into a long stretch, before kicking the sheets off her bed. She raised her feet, clad in black ballerina slippers into the air, and wiggled her toes within the confines of their pink tights to wake them up so she would be able rest her feet on the ground. As she continued to stretch, she looked down, smiling and blushing at her erection showing clearly under her black, soft, cotton ‘Goodbye Kitty’ Nightshirt. She rolled over as her leg draped something warm and rubbery and giggled with a squeak as she cuddled her former maid, and looked to Lizzie posed near the wall. It was no wonder she had wood, after spending the weekend getting intimately acquainted with her new dolly.